in which melannen tries to post about her 'rl' more

Sometimes it occurs to me that I am even odder as a person than even I realized.

Fr. ex., I'm sitting here at work waiting eagerly for my lunch break to start in fifteen minutes. Not because I am hungry - I actually managed a reasonable breakfast today - or because I need the break from work - it's been a pretty quiet morning - but because on my lunch break I can go read poetry to the dead fox.

(gosh, I hope the dead fox is still there, I am almost through the poetry book.)